I’m not a storyteller. But I do love stories. Especially the stories of people.
When I did Summer Staff at Rockbridge young Life Camp last summer, we told each other our stories of how we had come to know our Lord. Everybody’s story was different. I learned surprising things about people. Things I never would have guessed. Because, unlike our 6th grade yearbooks asking us not to change, we do change. “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation: The old has gone, the new has come!” 2 Corinthians 5:17 We shared stories not necessarily of what happened to us, but of who God is shaping us to be.
I’ve been learning how important stories are. Learning stories. Being a part of stories. Recording stories. Writing stories worth reading.
I hope to sift through my story. Not to pick out the high-lite reel, but to pick out the important, shifting things. I’m learning that I’m growing up. I’ll be 21 this summer (ew) and a junior in college (ew ew). Adulthood is catching up, and I never thought I’d be nervous about it coming.
This is a story. Not about what I do day in and day out. But about who I am becoming day in and day out.